Chapter Seventeen“You have the strangest idea of what constitutes a date.” Daniel’s smile was soft and his voice teasing. He’d walked Alice to her apartment door and now they huddled under the narrow porch roof to escape from the light snow that started falling as Daniel drove her home.
Alice admitted she’d bit off more than she’d intended. Her nerves were still freaking out. The attack had seemed so real, her death so imminent. Nothing in the CIA’s S.A.D. training had prepared her for the reality of SOAR training. Of course, all they’d gotten from S.A.D. as non-combatants was a helicopter ride and a quick thirty-minute flight in a jet that could flip and roll better than any amusement park ride.
What she hadn’t been prepared for was the realism. Or that Daniel had thrown himself between
